Profile R-103: Meethuran C’tarrah Si

The small group meandered through the dark forest, the cold northern air a weapon in and amongst itself for those not equipped for it. Above the rag tag group the dark form of a Raven flew, its watchful gaze as sharp now as during the day, having long since been exposed to the darker elements. Above that and hidden by the darkness flew a small batlike dragon, Eira's large ears flickering as he kept a look-out, so quietly did he fly that the group of instance mages were unaware of his presence...

The starlit sky was clear barring a few wisps of clouds that lingered, the air cold and brisk as a Raven flew, seemly at ease in the darkness, it angled its wings giving a soft ‘kraa’ as its wings to land on its owners shoulders. Meeth raised a hand to pet the Raven as she followed the winding form of Void through the darkness. The duck happily perched on the dragons head as it had been almost constantly since the encounter with the gargoyle.  Gradually the worn path they were fol...

This was not how Meeth had expected their day to go, she'd anticipated something going wrong, given that Void was the dragon she was working with (and been followed by the small duck that dwelled in the fort as well) but getting attacked by a massive stone gargoyle... now that was unexpected as she watched the massive creature moving towards her, the massive claymore (and a pillow? dangling on its shoulder) held high, its hostility covering the area beneath the starlit skies. Meeth immediatel...

“Well this is a surprise?” The amused drawl brushed across Meeth’s senses. She glared at the culprit casually leaning against a tree, the warm weather pressing against her, a different sensation to cold lands she usually dwelled in. Her shadow moved a moment, the only sign one of her dragons was with her, of course Nyx was likely to join in with the teasing as defend her. Still she hadn’t quite been able to ignore the hybrids recommendation that she ask the navy cat to accompany her, ...